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Selected Poems and Drawings

1991 - 2015

short spells big on hope long waits small steps tall orders heavy duty nights out light headed reverie

short trips to nowhere
or just inside your head
there is another universe inside
as infinite as the one outside

                      big day ahead

                      when something new is about to happen

                      everyday is something new

                      everyday is but something new

                      every new day is a big day

                                            long for a moment of quiet

                                            and then you hear the sounds

                                            of your stupendous days

                                            in rapturous moments

                                            when love makes you jelly

                                            and satisfaction is sheer

                                            when pride makes you beam

                                            as long as humble as a bumble is a happy be

                                                                small is where we all start

                                                                                      tall orders we may not have planned  

                                                                                      endevour will save the day

                                                                                      persist insist resist

                                                                                      when I am breaking

                                                                                      when I break the fast one

                                                                                      with a snap with a soar

                                                                                      and the crowd roars

                                                                                      and tells you what to do

                                                                                      spills beans lets the cat out spins tales

                                                                                      chat chatting chattering about yours and mine

                                                                                      clatter clutter and more chatter

                                                                                      cluttering our lives

                                                                                                          have you had

                                                                                                          heavy moments of longing

                                                                                                          the droning sound of

                                                                                                          an incessant prolonging

                                                                                                          dismissing everything else

                                                                                                          longing is a prolonged missing

                                                                                                          when missing seems so momentously long

                                                                                                          longing and missing

                                                                                                          prolonging and dismissing

                                                                                                          a heavy cycle

                                                                                                          one up and three downs

                                                                                                          that doubling tripling neverending heavying heaving sound

                                                                                                                                                 light takes care of darkness

                                                                                                                                                 pride could not care for a fall

                                                                                                                                                 in the falling darkness of the woods

                                                                                                                                                 we are not sure so we stay still

                                                                                                                                                 in the descending night of reverie

                                                                                                                                                 we are not sure so we intoxicate

                                                                                                                                                 in the spiralling black of despair

                                                                                                                                                 we are not sure so we comtemplate

                                                                                                                                                 darkness cancels out distance

                                                                                                                                                 the infinite space that light would share

                                                                                                                                                 the infinite wisdom the enlightened would handle with care

                                                                                                                                                 the fall is dizzying

                                                                                                                                                 the light is distancing

                                                                                                                                                 falling through the distance in a dizzying light

                                                                                                                                                 the horizon is a vertigo in a 360 degree flight


You are the impetus
to the truth that I seek
to the truth that I deny

                                            I build a wall  
                                            You wait for the chance to break in
                                            I open the door   

                                            You are hesitant



like moments I cannot hold
like stories waiting to be told
like time I wish I could fold
for You, these I behold


You fold up the stories
and told the moments to behold
while wishes can likely wait
at last time I can hold

in time alike
a moment wishes to be told
You I behold
the stories we cannot wait to hold
our lives You and I shall fold

You really do know
I must have let You

if only You know
and it is if I let You
                                but then

lingers to fill our expanding stories
        hangs around to illuminate our glories
                does its best to hide our grief
                        will go along with the occasional mischief
                                is the reason to a triumphant fight
                                         we never knew could edge us to such great heights

                                                          but never say neither        

                                                                  to who is doing the favour                

                                                                                                when one

                                                                                   becomes the other                

                                                                                                  when the end meets

                                                                                                            the beginning


                                                                                                                 there is no time                 anywhere                near          

                                                                                                                                            nowhere                   anytime          far                  

                                                                                                                                       to return to those which exist to inhabit us

                                                                                                                                       our lives we live to fulfil thus                                  

                                                                                                                                             the secrets we keep we share with them             

                                                                                                                                             the dreams we remember were seeded by them


as space
and light
when darkness                     
we know that age
who would have thought that hunger
and thirst                       

these are the days that were long before
yet not the days that have gone past
                we won the clock that tell the time
                and lost the stories that time would tell
                                one less memory we chose to keep
                                is one less yesterday we try to live

what   is   yet   is   still   waiting       

love   will   tear   us   apart   if   it   is   to   be   undying       

                                                                                                can you bear the weight of knowing to lift the burden of unknowing

or is it not the waiting that is love that is apart that is undying        

                                                                                                the burden knowing bears for the unknowing      

                                                                                                the weight the unknowing lifts for the knowing 


                                                                                                                    in a world where the earth is flat         

                                                                                                                             how far to go         

                                                                                                                                    to see the blue planet of lands and seas         

                                                                                                                                              to fathom the mysteries of the galaxies                 

                                                                                                                                                       to feel the pierce of Munches s s s s s s s scream           

                                                                                                                                                               and admit the horror of our extremes

                                                                                                                                                                                 in a world where the earth is flat                

                                                                                                                                                                                           how long more before we                   

                                                                                                                                                                                                         fall       off                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           the                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       edge

In the deep of the amazing zone
Is a place like coming home
At the twinkle of twilight
A caravan a shiny bug
Appearing like shards of light
A delicate po
rtal of strength and vulnerability
This place you see is not without its ironies
The humble throne hides a mighty lair
An unexpected scent disguising the air
You will see it if you are meant to find it
In a chance stumbling
Or a lifetime of searching





Enter here through the gold and green
To trust you will be received
In a place like this
You have to be quite bold
Or possess the wisdom of the old
Or simply give up all that you know
And you will receive
T h e   l e g e n d a r y   g i f t
From your wanting from your wonder
For your deliverance for your trouble
Of them and their mysteries
Of us and our stories

Your ball of nerves unfold like silk
Threads untie you leave behind
Your knowings and your forgettings
You see it all as you set them free
The geometric and the gore
Your cells divide with you inside
A            fractal            you            become
In a million familiar peculiar
Universe of shapes and sizes
You expanding and contracting
Through one of your many versions in
The Caravan of Vines and Songs

do not enrage Leonardo
Mona Lisa
smiling at me

CAREFULLY do not disturb
the tightrope
the slience above the focus between
the nothing below

the astronauts in space
breath that exchange
in a space that was
never more contained

CAREFULLY do not tell
how many times
visiting the queen
through the last exit to brooklyn
dreaming of a poet
could not be more

instead carefully lost
in the garden
where gingerly thoughts long to stray

the rogerring rabbits wondering
where Alice is  

to wait
as purple
rain in torrents
and colours the LAND

A      Spy-der
  on the

I think I spy
I think
           I spy the
               spider with nine legs
      with my delirious mind.

           I spy I think
           I spy the spider
between the won-der-flo-wers
      with half moons
   within my spurious mind.

What does it want,    

           I wonder

looking at          

       the wonton-ful              



Is it a spy

sent to determine          

                           my mind?

wondering why

it is nothing but

just a stupendous

delirious blob-mess           

                            of a find

that babbles incoherently

about a spy-der that spys

       with nine legs or hinds?

Does the number of legs
to do with the number of lives
   it could lead
      or the number of minds
   it could have
I ask my dear spy
the spy-der with nine hinds.

Or is it that
              each of a mind
     is for each of a hind
or is it that
     nine is the number of
everything  you have?

says the flowers
so won-ton-fully-spied
and sprayed
                  with dots and curls
from the hind of the
      nine minded spy-der.

text and title by Kiatho

inspired by the drawing

Just like the spy-der

with nine hinds

wandering, wondering


           spotted, crooked

           spying, eyeing

              going no-where  

                 but a big circle     

leaving his trail


the won-ton-derous

flowers that curl

beneath the twilight

smiling pitifully                

                                  at it.

For having nine or none

is the same thing

         for once a mind                         

it is always  

                      a mind that         

       confuses, lingers, 

craves, strangling, leaving     

     g   a   s   p   s       of  

incoherent delirious ideas  

that spoils,                    


and  kills,                      




                                      luna-tically      lost   

                              like a man 

                            on the moon.


the dragon

the bullfrog and

the angelfish


the dragon hides
between the bullfrog
and the angelfish


\what am I?
the dragon stops the angelfish

you are the fragments of my tail

what am I?
asks the dragon to the bullfrog

you are but the figments of my imagination

the angelfish continues its an-gel-dance
the gel-an-ish-f
in aglish

but what is the bullfrog?
is it the bull
that you think of
or the frog in the bull
of or
is it the b-ull frog that you dream of
but what is a ull-frog
or a frog-bull
one ogbu ogbu about

ah but d-rag-on dragon
secret sees
the ull of the frog
and the el of the fish
but can you ever see the etgns of it all

one wonders

or is it the etgns that is the angst
that tumbles
and jumbles
tipping in awe
ah but to see the angel
that floats in the guise of a fish
that whims
and swims
weaving dreams
round the bull of a frog
that bathes in the warmth of its soft tender fog


that each but dreams with eyes aclose
to see
the drag
on the stream
of souls arose
that wonders
what it might unfold

what angest could be got
from etgns
or egnst
that wonders
the fish-angel
with tail a-dotted
like the back
of the bull in the frog

ah but what does the drag see
but maybe the gon
from angel
from bull
of fish
of frog

but what am I the dragon?
maybe just the e’s from
the lines
that gon
from frog and fish
and back

perhaps it is not three
but just one
of angel, frog
dragon, fish
and bull

one wonders
at the ull-on-el of it all

text by Kiatho inspired by the drawing

with Beard
and Barnacles on Belly

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